WASTE
I let myself be seduced
by my body craving for nothing
without thinking and moderation,
bull attacking red legs,
lost in the error of its obsession,
in a digestive mouth.
Roads don’t call
for purification.
The traps are hidden behind
the overindulging sights.
I won’t feel
the accidentally dropped dagger,
the dispersal of dreams and spaces.
Libros Libertad 